Originally posted by youngduke: I know the us young guys dont have as some say and appreciation of the arts and that may well be used against me but to tell you the truth the poem didn't make sense am sorry :confused: Brother, Trust Me...Paragon is by far THE MOST TALENTED guy SOL ever had and I've got nothing but respect and admiration for him. I'm sure if you paid little bit more attention to and read his poems carefully you will understand the weight behind the delivery...the Substance if you like with intertwined letters and lines... Bother Youngduke...drop us few lines PLEASE...people miss your poems. Peace, Love & Unity.

Ilaahey ka cabsada oo fitnada iyo shirkiga aad sida fudud ku galeysaan iska daaya... Wax aad idinka ama cid kale oo adduunka joogta no matter how many they are ay u qaban karto ma jirto marka Ilaahey xasuusta oo ku mahdiya caafimaadka iyo nolosha uu idinku maneystay...ninkaas meel uu shaqeystay unbuu tegi marka walaalayaal Ilaahey halaga cabsado qof adduunka ku raagaya ma jirto whether poor or rich, famous or infamous. Nebi Muxammad c.s.w ayaa dhintay oo uu san Allah s.w uumin cid ka fadli badan...what is an entertainer? Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

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Salam Aleikum W.W On behalf of everybody including the widow...I would like thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your words of support and above all Aamiin to all your du'as Insha Allah. May Allah s.w reward you all with kheyr Insha Allah and may he grany Jannah all the dead Muslims and may he ease the sufferings of those living Insha Allah and above all may he unite the Muslims all over the world Insha Allah. Thank You ALL once again my Sisters and Brothers. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W Me & Fu-Fu lost one of our best friends to road accident last night and I would like you all to read du'as please for our deceased brother Insha Allah. He left behind a beautiful baby daughter and a loving wife who is due soon again Insha Allah... He was a kind man, a caring father and a loving husband and above all he had a strong iman, he was a generous man who would never hesitate to lend a helping hand...he was fiercely loyal and had a wicket sense of humour...oooh how he used to make us all laugh with his unique jokes... at 1:00 AM last night he recieved a call from cousin of his who was also involved in a minor road accident and he went to pick him up and see how serious the situation was...he picked them up and headed back home and that is when tragedy struck...he was on the passenger seat when his VW Jetta burst a tire and the car flipped over and did handful violent somersaults... Alxamdulillah nobody else died, in fact nobody else even sustained a serious injury... I was speaking to him over the phone just after Isha and we were discussing about him visiting me and he was excited and looking forward to it and then few hours later...he laid dead in a smelly morgue that was not a fit for a king for in our eyes he was a king and always will be...May Allah s.w Have Mercy on your soul my brother and may he ease the pain and the sorrow of all those that loved you as much as you loved them...particularly Hooyo, Aabo and all your brothers and sisters....and Xaaskaaga who only Allah s.w knows how much she is hurting at this minute. I am Sorry my brother. Salam Aleikum W.W

Remember Me? I drink deeply from the rim of a jar filled to the brim teeming with creative juice served by lady happy face my heartbeat displaced by the grace of her eye lashes batting one thousand, profound and grown in a rich soil a glance in her soul crafts makeshift wings that I travel out of my mental labyrinth on taking a crisp bite into her ripened mind her heart a red delicious, plucked from purity I long to prolong every sunset on her iris horizon then steal peeks like a thief in the night bare soul, a frozen stare a scare crowed from the warm blackbird pie of her eyes baked in a deep puddle of pain, I wade in the view taking a pew at a sermon before a pastor of passion and raising my voice to the sprites of her sight then slowly descend, drowning in those eyes...Oooh morning dew would trickle thick from my eyes if I ever lost her from this palace fashioned for love never to fall through the cracks of the floor take the path from peace and pass through revolving doors but as the morning comes, on these planes of grace I painstakingly take a blink, all the while anxious waiting a lifetime to return to that burning sensation that I once tasted, swallowing the sight of her glowing embers as I embrace another empty hand, I'm subjected to barren land eyes averted, submerged in more pressing tasks as the black clouds above my eyes on my brow loom a single raindrop stains the slopes of my smile. Peace, Love & Unity.

The Story Of My Life. I rage alone creating an unknown touchstone every moan...every silent groan in a relaxed tone this poem will be a song without words and more instead of a pencil I write with red vocal cords my brown bladed rock rocks my head with confusion unconscious, subconscious and unconscious fusion misleading tales that I wail because of another's trail its my body but my mind is still trying to make bail I once wore black clothes sewn with hate only God knows a place HE once loved so HER life could glow (Uh-huh) HER twisted lyrical misspelling had my hand yelling almost gave in until my eyes full of tears started smelling suddenly a depressed curve was lured to something eccentric a mental capacity saw vision and a line bent hectic blessed to love but in the end forced to hate uh-huh two days pass and only deeper grow their deadly feud I saw my once brethren, but know I had retracted this they shed life but I would spike a cubed maze from an oasis the difference is not indifference but of loftiness veins turn bloody but I saw a dog and laughed through this their pen is intact, yet being afraid, afraid of failure afraid personal strife and afraid of an orange edged knife afraid to look in the mirror and see something ugly I wont lead but watch them succumb, being blind deaf and dumb it's a false lack of help that burrowed minutes rocks fake hotel inn it's a purging chair of yellow fears that mislead life's oblivion. ouch Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Gheelle.T: She wants to donate some of the money to charity( that is only if she would ever find it.)Poor woman. Typical yahood and their hypocrisy! I bet she would’ve donated to IDF so they would not run out of bullets to shoot down the Palestinian children and women. I am not buying this story one bit...kadaabad aan laga kadaabsaneyn dheh. Peace, Love & Unity.

Paradise Lost: I remember walking on a trivial boardwalk of condescension contemplating my comprehension of first impressions passing my past blessings, I second-guess my destination estimations overwhelmed my over-obsessive temptations questions came through in waves in a stalker's behaviour if I didn't try to be a saviour, maybe then I could save her she wasn't flavour of the week even though she was unique used to speak of this walk when others critiqued her physique it was a threatening technique but it worked with diligence intense suspense came to contempt as she promoted defence I was only trying to protect paradise from being polluted but when an angel's voice is muted, disputes are recruited our thoughts commuted and clashed leaving me vanquished we attended a banquet she hated, leaving me fortune faded I invaded her personal space as guys degraded my existence so the wind of the shoreline assisted my condition for it pushed my inhibitions off the paradise's cliffs. Few Days Later… I saw the one and only that used to enlighten my nightmares right there, sharing a soda with a man who just might care my eyes flared with fiery compassion to bring a rise from agony raising the white flag in me, the devil turns over to speak to me resigns his position to those who condemn their souls for revenge and engrave it in a gem so they can propose a role to avenge pretending to be in love, rejection came brutally unexpected my arteries flexed and clogged up to bring gluttony with excess tested arrestment as I turned I learned a lesson on the nice spot on the boardwalk, I made a precise stop…I threw up my pain I went over to exchange thoughts which paradise lost. Back To The Beginning... I knew I could've provided better than that man from the banquet I reminisced as I went to drop my obsession into her grave it reminded me of us while it remained painfully labelled "Vacant". the last time I ever saw paradise with the heartless devil from hell I then realized that I didn't lose paradise at all...Paradise lost herself. Peace, Love & Unity.

Sayid Somal...Respect...Yo u're raggeedii. Peace, Love & Unity.

Salam Aleikum W.W WE ARE one people regardless of what few wicket men would like us to believe because after all we are Muslims and Muslims are brothers and sisters (regardless of their race) said our beloved prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h and those who differ and insist on defying the messenger will reap their rewards come judgment day Insha Allah. PS. Welcome To Somaliaonline. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Sorry to disappoint you bro...but there was no waardiye when I was a student there...perhaps you were not even born when I attended there Peace, Love & Unity.

I don't find calling some one names amusing and it is not decent in nin xaas leh loogu yeero transsexual or bisexual marka Sayidoow ceeb brother. Fu-fu take it easy my brother…ha u bixin. PS. Ibtisam waa in odaygaaga hindiga ah lagaaga dacwoodaa qaati ayaa lagaa taaganyahay. Peace, Love & Unity.

Emperor, it was called Bilal...weligaa ma maqashay? Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Ibtisam: Bob; south Africa iyo Angola waad baarety, do you think it will be any harder to learn other regions in Somalia? You are in danger of becoming dadka sheegta far away lands just because they've spent most of their life there. Ibtisam, You are right S.A waan bartay but don’t forget its not as living in Somalia where everybody would like to know your tribe and if you happen to belong to a different one then people might discriminate against you. My landlady in my first 4 years of living in S.A was a sweet Zulu lady who used to get upset with me if I did not come in and say Hi and chat with her for few minutes and I don’t remember her once asking me where I came from never mind my tribe, as far as she was concerned I was South African…do you honestly think the same thing would happen if I were to go to a city in Somalia where qabiilkaan ka dhashay aysan deign? I am still getting used to living in Angola, from language to culture, here they Fala Portuguese and there are far less Muslims here than anywhere I have ever been but I Love It here and I can picture myself living here with a villa near the sea with my little old lady and grandkids Insha Allah. Wareegto Luga Cad...luuqadaan aa ku hadleeso oo meel ee usocoto ama ka socoto aan la aqoon wax fahmaayo malaga helaayo Qardho iyo meel udhow marka ama afka badalo ama Dhorondho iska joog... Abu Salman…I hear you bro loud and clear. Peace, Love & Unity.

He is good Maasha Allah...he's skilful and he has what many like to call ‘Lines that Rhyme’ in abundance…I hope he publishes them (something tells me he has many more A Single Rose poems) someday Insha Allah because God knows our people are desperate for an inspiration and he can be a valuable asset to the cause. Mustafa Ahmed...Remember the name. Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Kool_Kat: Ala ma Qardhaad aaday? That's the one place in Somalia, if ever I get the chance, I would love visit...Waa Aabahey dhulkiisa... ^^^Eeeeewwww Your father is from Qardho yaah? That's a dead giveaway especially when you have a guy like me who knows Reer Bari Bowdiyo Gaab Bravo Barkee Semberi Saluto inside out! Baayo anigu sheegi mahayo qoladaad tahay kow dheh laakiin aa garanahayaa . Wasalam BOB, What's happening in dhulkii? Kismaayo goorma kugu dambeysay? Meesha nimco aan la arkin oo la maqli baa ka dhacdey ,ma runbaa? Buuxo Salam dear sister...I left Kismayo in 91 just few months into the civil war and I haven't been back since...just last week I was shown a photo of my old primary school and I could not recognize it...that really saddened me. They tell me that its very safe and said there are times when days go by without you even hearing a single gun shot and the living cost is not as expensive as say in Mogadishu which made me wonder why the people in Mogadishu not move to Kismayo but then again that is easier said than done isn't it? The most beautiful story I've heard from Kismayo is the return of the natives including the Bajunis, I was born amongst them and I can never imagine Kismayo without them...I am getting carried away here so better stop before KK looses her temper. Abu Salman...I don't think there are that many who love Somalia as much as I do if any but I will be lying if I say I know everything about it because I have only been to the South...the furthest I went is Baydhabo just before the civil war and I don't remember anything about it but if things changed I would catch the first flight out of here Insha Allah. The reason I would not move to the other regions of the country is simple, Kismayo is not only my home town but the ONLY place I have always known…aniga ma ihi dadka sheegta meel aysan weligood arkin just because qabiilkooda ayaa degan, I am offered to buy a house in many different regions of Somalia including Boosaaso and Berbera (I can't live without seeing and hearing the sound of the ocean) and I turned down simply because I know nothing of these cities plus guri gadasho iguma jirto oo maba u baahni hada. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

For some reason I am slowly but surely beginning to fully accept that I may never see Somalia again...when I say Somalia I mean my birth place and NO its not Mogadishu...everybod y but me seems to be born there. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

I would like to remind you a hadeeth saheeh in which our noble prophet p.b.u.h said...."No one will enter Paradise who has an atom's weight of pride in his heart"...Subahana-Al lah marka walaal think carefully next time you want to school us and brag about the 'greatness' of your ancestors whom only allah s.w knows meesha ay ku sugan yihiin ama siduu xaalkoodu yahay marka fadlan xishoo oo dadka walaalaha ee aad ku xad gudbeysana jooji and above all RESPECT YOURSELF...it's not funny anymore. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by hassan_baal: Salaams all! This is probably my first time on the only somali forum I know that is not complete garbage. May Allah keep it like that. Brother Hassan first of all Salam Aleikum and Welcome secondly, I think a lot of credit must go to those who run this forum and the members as well because without the co-operation between these two it would’ve been as joke as the rest but pity lately the place is becoming like a typical Somali owned site where qabiil laaga hadlo, lagu af lagaadeeyo ama openly lagu amaano while kuwa kale lagu dacaayadeeyo which is why I HATE with passion the so-called politics section. I urge Libaax Sankataabte and Co to take firm and immediate action intaysan ceeb iyo fadeexo kale meesha ka imaan, i respect freedom of speech but what I can’y stand is when people abuse such freedom which is exactly what has been happening in General Section the last few days. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Yeah Malika...I hear you loud & clear. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

Thanks for the beautiful reminder my brother and May Allah s.w reward you with kheyr Insha Allah. PS. Did you go to Kismayo for a scuba diving again? Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity.

I Rest Not In Peace. Underneath my eyelids lay a shape of unknown origin intertwined with morbid visions cold as clay where before I lost my eyes it was worst of times the senseless war in my HOME corrupted all my thoughts so I sought to see no more these sorrowful deeds I carved out the product of what became of my seeds though I have no eyes my soul sense the hatred I see with my broken heart and the vision is blurry the nightmares of my people's demise made mom worry I see their hell and I see their fate without a grace I see their empty shell but see no happy face I see eternal, what I had sought to make rid If you only knew what I see, underneath these eyelids without grasping on to the facts that reality holds the grim fate of my dying Somali nation here to shatter me whole in pieces I watch the world disintegrate from the sin while the dust flies and I'm blown away with the wind I rest not in peace for my kind is tearing me into pieces. PLEASE Soo Duceeya Insha Allah. Peace, Love & Unity.

Originally posted by Fu-Fu: Ninkaan wa Raggii Jabu Pule... ...Istaghfur-Allah. Peace, Love & Unity.

The center is asking federal officials for help in bringing the teen's body back to the United States for burial, executive director Omar Jamal said. Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ileyhi Raajicuun...! Peace, Love & Unity.